Our Mexican Restaurant.

Waiter: “Something to drink sir?”

Greg: “A margarita on the rocks, please.”

Waiter: “And for you, ma’am?”

Michelle: “I’ll have the same.”

Waiter (looking to Laurel): “And I suppose a margarita for you, also?”

Last night we got a very rare opportunity to have just Laurel to ourselves. When this happens, we try to take her out for an enjoyable dinner somewhere.

She had a waiter whose sense of humor matched hers.

She got to talk to us without Ethan’s typical four-year-old interruption.


I think maybe she had a good time, too.